A Devil Unleashed

A tall white man came walking down the street. He was about 6'7 and he had black hair, green eyes, two horns, two wings, and a pair of fangs. Although he wore a black inside shirt, with a red coat, that you would usually be able to see from a mile away, the thick fog and clouded night sky made it almost impossible to see him. He continued to walk down the street and saw two men walking down the street; one was short and stumpy, with blonde hair, in the middle of the road with a lantern. And the other was tall and lengthy, with long brown hair.

"Who's there? I know you're out there." The short man said in a low voice. "I can-"

The man in the red and black cloak started coming into focus, but the short man suddenly stopped talking. The tall, lengthy man looked around in shock. The tall man blinked the exact moment the short man stopped talking.

"Where'd he go? I just saw him right just there." The tall man said. He looked towards his short partner and saw the man in the red and black cloak next to his partner, with his blade going through the short man's stomach.

"OH MY GO-" The tall man screamed, but was stopped by the man in the red and black cloak. The reason why he stopped was because he had just had his head severed off by the man with the red and black cloak. The tall man's head fell right to the ground, blood spilling out of what was left of the tall man's neck. The man in the red and black cloak just laughed. Some blood had spilled on to his wrist. He licked it off, still smiling.

"Mmmmmmm, delicious!" He said.

He continued to walk down the street towards, what he knew was where the town was. When he got to the gates, he was greeted by twenty or so men, all the men with armor, and rifles.

"Hold it right there." A man said. "You will turn around right now, or we will be forced to open fire."

The man in the red and black cloak just started laughing loudly. And started to walk towards the group.

"I SAID HOLD IT RIGHT THERE." The man yelled again, but you could sense a hint of fear in his voice.

The man just kept walking towards them, laughing even louder.

"That's it, OPEN FIRE." The man yelled.

Gun shots rang into the night. Smoke filled the already foggy air.

After the group shooting for about two minutes, the man finally yelled, "HOLD YOUR FIRE."

The men stopped firing. A few men started walking towards where the man was. When they reached there, the rest of the group could no longer see them.

"Can you see anything?" The leader yelled to the men who went into the smoke.

No one returned an answer. But they heard a few slight thuds. The leader counted how many thuds there were, and tried to remember how many men went into the smoke. The number was exactly the same.

"Everyone, get your guns ready." He told the group. The entire group started reloading and raising up there guns, preparing for the worst.

A figure started to appear from the smoke and fog. The men raised up their guns in preparation. They saw the man in the red and black cloak appear and fired immediately. The man suddenly disappeared. The group looked around in shock, but the fog seemed to have grown even thicker. They could barely see their own hands in front of their eyes. Suddenly, some of the men started hearing the sound of a speeding through the air, and sounds of the light thump of a head falling to the ground. The leader noticed that the group seemed to be getting smaller by the second.

"EVERYONE, CALIS FORMATION." The man yelled. What was left of the group got in a very tight circle. All with guns reloaded and ready. The man in the red and black cloak appeared above the circle and fell right in the middle of them, landing on his feet, without them noticing him. He pulled his double swords and cut two men's heads off. The head's fell on to other people, who in the shock started shooting everywhere and wildly. Some of the bullets fired hit other people in the group. But he dodged them easily. He disappeared and reappeared behind a split up group of about five guys. The rest of the men saw him and fired towards that area. He disappeared quickly and the bullets hit the split group and tore them to pieces. There were about six people left. They were all split up, which, was there biggest mistake. The man in the red and black cloak started to pick them off one by one until there was only the leader left. The leader was looking around everywhere, but couldn't see anything. SLASH. SQUIRT. THUMP. In just a few seconds, the man got behind the leader and cut him in half. When he knew he was done, he started walking towards the town, where he knew townspeople were waiting for the troops. He continued walking down the road, laughing maniacally.

While, down in the town, the townspeople waited nervously, wanting to know who survived the battle and who didn't. When they started to hear laughing, fear struck them. The man came up from the fog and threw a knife at someone. The knife pierced the skull like a hot knife through butter. The rest of the townspeople started to run, screaming. The man pulled out a long chain with blades about three inches on each part. He swung the chain around and around above his head and than swung it towards the people. The chain cut through them like it was nothing. Body limbs flew everywhere. He walked towards the person he through the knife at, pulled it out, and licked the blood off of it.

"Not as good as the last one, but not bad." He said laughing. He continued walking down the street, killing everyone and everything in his path tearing houses, and everything inside of them, in half with his long bladed chain. He continued doing this until there was nothing left. But he heard the slight cracking of a twig breaking. He knew it must have been a stray townsman. He threw a knife in the direction of the sound, and after a second, he heard a loud thump and crackling. He walked over in that direction, and found the knife in the man's back. He, surprisingly, was still alive. The man took the knife and cut his throat. The man on the ground continued to struggle, but than stopped. His lifeless body was slumped over a stump. He left the town. He looked back and saw the town torn to bits. He started laughing again.

"I was hoping it would be more of a challenge." He said. And continued walking down the road. Every once and a while he would pass another person. He decided to not kill them though, because he was kind of sick of killing regular people, even though he found it hard to believe it, but it was kind of boring. He finally reached another town; everyone was acting normally, talking, laughing; some were buying, some were selling. It was obvious that no one knew what happened in the last town. He could just imagine what the townspeople would do when they found out about it. He was sure they would know in two or three days. He decided that he was just going to wait for them to know; he thought maybe, just maybe, it would be a bit more challenging than the last town. He started walking down the road when he finally reached the inn. He thought he had might as well get a room and wait for the town to find out about the last town. He was about to walk in, when suddenly something caught his eye. He saw a tall, well dressed man come out of a small buggy. He could tell that the man was a general in the army. And he knew that if the general was here, there had to be an army in the town. He laughed a little bit. Than he noticed the different metals he had. He had at least, about seven of them. And then he remembered something; there was a general in the army that was the most prestigious general. His reputation preceded him greatly. He laughed even more. He knew it would be a little more challenging than the last town, based on the barracks just around the block from the inn, but he didn't know it was going to be this fun. He walked into the inn to find a young man, with red hair, and dark blue eyes.

"How are you doing sir?" The young man asked.

"I'm doing fine, how are you?" He said. His look and voice changed completely.

"I'm doing good sir." The young man said. "Would you like to rent a room?"

"Yes, I would like to rent one." He said smiling.

"How long would you like to rent it for?" The young man said.

"Ohhhh, how about three days; would that be okay?" He asked.

"That would be fine sir. The price will come up to about $50 a night." The young man said.

"That would be fine. Would you like me to pay you now, or pay you $50 a night, or pay you at the end of my stay?" He asked.

"Which ever you would like to sir, but we would prefer that you pay $50 a night." The young man said.

"That suits me perfectly." He said smiling widely. He walked up to the room. He noticed that the room he was at had a perfect view of the army barracks. He was kind of sad about this because he knew that he would not be surprised if the army marched down the road to get him.

"Well, that's too bad." He said to himself. First, he made sure the blood was wiped clean off of the blades and than put them into the drawer. He walked down stairs to go outside to scout the barracks. He thought he might as well see what he was up against, even though he wanted to be surprised, he knew that was impossible because he had a clear view of the barracks. When he reached the door leading to the road, he stopped, turned around and said to the young man, "I don't want anyone up in my room. No one at all. I don't care who they are."

"Ummmmmm, I will make sure no one goes in it." The young man said. He could tell the young man was scared. He laughed in his mind, trying not to give away who he is.

He walked outside, where the road was almost like a road in the city. Noise was everywhere; everyone was talking to someone. He kept walking towards the barracks, but stopped suddenly in the middle of the road. He saw the general again. He was walking into the barracks, being surrounded by twenty soldiers. He walked towards the barracks, still looking around to make sure no one was following him. He got to the door but was pushed aside by a soldier running into the barracks. He noticed that the soldier was carrying a note. He was actually surprised. He didn't expect them to know about the last town for about two or three days. The general was very resourceful. He walked into the barracks to find the general walking out of what looked like his office, into the middle of the huge great hall.

"WE HAVE A SITUATION!" The general yelled to the soldiers. "THERE IS A MAN IN THE TOWN THAT SLAUGHTERED A SMALL TOWN THAT IS ABOUT TWO MILES OUTSIDE OF THIS TOWN."

The buzzing of the soldiers suddenly went silent. All of them now turned their heads towards the general. Every eye in the room was upon the general.

"WE HAVE INFORMATION THAT THE MAN IS DOWN THE BLOCK, STAYING AT THE TOWN INN. WE WILL GO DOWN TO THE INN IN THIRTY MINUTES. GET PREPARED TO MOVE OUT. I WANT FIFTY MEN GOING IN THE WOODS IN CASE HE TRIES TO ESCAPE, SIXTY-FIVE MEN GOING IN THE BUILDING, AND ANOTHER FIFTY MEN WAITING IN THE STREET." The general yelled.

He laughed silently to himself. "This would be fun." He thought to himself.

Soldiers started scrambling around, trying to follow the general's orders.

"GET READY IN AN ORDERLY FASHION." The general said.

The soldiers started to walk a little slower, making it easier for them to get around. He left the barracks, laughing silently to himself. He walked back to the inn, went up to his room, and got his weapons ready. What seemed like only a couple of minutes, yells started sounding in the distance. He looked out the window and saw the soldiers splitting up, pushing through the crowd, most of them coming straight towards the inn. He pulled out his swords and walked down the stairs. He decided to wait for them at the door of the inn instead of waiting for them at his room. He heard them walking towards the door, while he waited for them right to the side of the door.